VERSE I
A B E DThere is a road that meets the road that goes to my house
and how the green grows there.
A B E DAnd we got special boots that beat the path to my house
A B Eand it's careful, and it's careful when I'm there.
VERSE II
And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
and he was gunshot running gin
and how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
and how he held'em, how held'em, held'em in.
PRE-CHORUS
F#m EAnd the water rolls down the drain.
F#m EThe water rolls down the drain. O what a
lonely thing! In a lonely drain!
July, July, July
never seamed so strange
A D E DJuly, July, July
A D E D A D Enever seamed so, never seamed so strange.
VERSE III
This is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts do there remain.
And all the thoughts that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.
Verse IV
And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient,
though the specifics might be vague.
And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.
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